Arizona weekly enterprise., 1887-05-14

look out any longer. Long before Pablo had taken her bridle rein, while Don Enrique rode behind. The mules, with the wonderful instinct which marks them, stepped as carefully as cats, try ing every stone before resting their weight upon it. Suddenly Pablo stop ped.
 ''Get down here, senorita," he said, as. lifting her from the saddle, he placed her on her feet You too, senor. No one can ride here."
 The ledge made sharp turn to the right, and on the turn was not more than two feet wide While Don Enri- que held the girl in his arms, her head buried in his shoulder. Pablo cautiously led the mule she had been riding round the turn. Then he returned to the other, telling the two to go ahead Holding on to the rough rocks, with one arm around Mercedes, Don Enri- que moved inch by inch round the point, and as they reached the other side sank down on the wide platform where the mule was standing, fairly faint with the reaction from the ner- vous strain, while Mercedes fainted out right
 In the meantime Pablo had begun to cautiously drive the second mule round 1 the turn. Just as the animal was twisting itself round, diabolical series of yells began up the pass, and the h. dians came running in. The mule started, one foot slipped, and after a moments vain paving to recover its footing, it launched out into the air, turning over and over, until it met its death in the gulf below, smashed out of shape on the pointed rocks. The mo- ment's hesitation which this gave the Indians enabled Pablo to sip round the turn in safety. Roughly shaking Don Enrique, he said significantly:
 "Now we fight, senorn'
 Don Enrique sprang to his feet, and with Pablo advanced to the edge; none too soon, however. A head, coppery- brown in color, where the hideous red and black of the war-paint did not hide it, was thrust around the rock only in time to get cut from Pablo's naachete, or long knife. The next and the next, and the next, seemingly urged on by pressure from behind, fared the same way. Then came a pause. A moment afterwards cloud of little arrows, about eight inches long, each wrap ped with tuft of cotton, flew through the air, and then again there was quiet.
 Gan they reach US from above, PabloP''
 ''No, senor; dis only place.
 Again the Indians tried to steal round, and again Pablo's Uachete fell. But this time, what looked like a stick about three feet long had been turned towards him by an Indian lying on his stomach, and as the peon was raising hls arm to strike, he felt little f prick like pin in the leg. The arrow fell to the ground, but Pablo, glancing down, saw the end of fine splinter in the wound. Don Enrique at once at tempted to dig this out, but both he and the peon knew it was no use. The cu- rare poison had touched the blood, and in less time than it takes to tell it, Pablo began to feel numb all over and sank to the ground, the girl wiping the cold precipitation from his forehead.
 But while Don Enrique had been busied with the peon, two of the h. dians had passed the point and third was following. His revolver settled one of them, but he missed the second shot, Catching up the heavy n1achete from where the peon had dropped it, he be- gan hand-to-hand fight Pointing at : one over the head, he whirled the heavy weapon around and caught his foe un- der the arm, almost cutting him in two. Striding over the dead body, he met two of them at once. The one to left he struck on the head, laying the brain open; but glance showed him that the naachete of the one to right was coming down. He just managed to spring out of the way, when deafen- ing report just by his ear, and the leap of the Indian into the air, told him that Mercedes had picked up the revolver where he let it fall. To advance to the corner and strike down the man con- ing round was the work of moment, and then, with sigh of relief, he req lized that he once more held the pass. The rest was but for moment though. Taking the revolver from Mercedes, and leaning cautiously round the rock, he waited in silence. Before long he saw a head raised, and fired, killing the last one of the party after him.
 During this time Pablo had been get WOdhSl WSdhol- " ACn OOD Enrique knelt beside him the peon was almost gone, but he could murmur:
 ''De children, senor?n
 Are mine always!'
 ''Good-bye, senorr' as the eyes, which had been getting duller and duller, fin ally closed, and Pablo was gone.
 The broad road to Venezuela was traversed slowly by Don Enrique and his promised bride, and at the first town they came to, very quiet and somewhat hurried wedding took place in the rude church of palm. However they reached the coast, and before many weeks were safe in France. Nol was it many years before another turr in the political wheel brought back tc Columbia Don Enrique Gonzales and his beautiful wife.